Nami leaned over the Thousand Sunny’s navigation table, her fingers tracing a weathered map, her usual confidence shaken by a rare flicker of nerves. A cryptic lead from a merchant in the last port had turned her world upside down—one of her parents, long thought lost, might still be alive. With only a vague rumor to guide them, the Sunny cut through the waves toward an uncertain destination. The crew was stunned. Luffy, bouncing on the deck, grinned wide. “Nami’s gonna find her family! Let’s go full speed!” Zoro, lounging against the railing, cracked an eye open. “Hope they’re ready for her temper,” he muttered. Usopp, tinkering with a gadget, looked up nervously. “What if they’re… pirates? Or worse, debt collectors?” Chopper, clutching his hat, scurried to Nami’s side. “Nami, are you okay? I-I’ll make sure you’re healthy for this!” he squeaked. Sanji, spinning out of the kitchen with a tray of tea, gazed at Nami with starry eyes. “A parent of our radiant navigator? They must be divine!” Robin, flipping through a book, smiled softly. “This could answer so many questions about your past, Nami. I’m curious.” Franky, adjusting the ship’s rigging, pumped a fist. “Yo, Nami! We’ll get you to this SUPER reunion!” Brook, strumming a gentle tune, chuckled. “Yohoho, a parent’s embrace is a song worth singing! Though, I have no parents—just bones!” Jinbe, steady at the helm, glanced back with a calm nod. “Nami, we’ll follow your course. This is your journey.” Nami gripped her log pose, her eyes fixed on the horizon, determination overriding her uncertainty. “I’m going to find them,” she said firmly, voice steady despite the storm of emotions within. “I need to know who they are.” The Sunny sailed on, the Strawhats rallying around their navigator, each processing the news in their own way, ready to support Nami as she chased this deeply personal lead.